The show was over. Union Battleground successfully kicked off it’s second season with an explosive show. We’re taken backstage almost immediately after Crimson submitted Kuk Killswitch to pick up the win for the Salvation, and we find Noah Reigner sitting against a wall in the hallway leading to the locker rooms. Rumble Reyes can be seen walking down the hallway to his partners location, and with him walks another - smaller - man. This man dressed in a navy suit with the jacket open freely, and a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. This man was Mikey Svarro. They both stop when they approach Noah. Rumble crosses his arms over his massive chest, looking down at Noah through his dark sunglasses. Mikey smirks, removing his sunglasses. “Tough break, kid.” His voice grabbed Noah’s attention and he lifted his head. Almost instantly after seeing his partner and Svarro, he pushed himself up to his feet. “Can’t win ‘em all. Important lesson to learn.” Mikey continued, slipping his sunglasses into the pocket of his jacket. “Kincade was an opportunist and I can’t fault him for that. He went after the weak link of the match to pick up a win. But I was never pinned. Bruiser lost the match, I didn’t.” Even that was enough to make Rumble crack a smile, hearing Noah’s protests and passion for it. Mikey’s eyes locked on his pupil. “I hear ya’, Noah. But what happened, happened. And I think you sent a very loud message to everyone else when you knocked his tooth out.” Mikey looked over his shoulder to Rumble. “Did you see that thing go flying? Jesus.”
“I told him exactly what was going to happen. And it did. Now Kincade has to get his mouth fixed, and he’ll never forget the time he met my knee.” Noah was full of fire, and that’s exactly what Svarro liked to see. He reached out, placing a hand on Noah’s shoulder. Noah turned into him so now they stood side by side. “One day you’ll get another crack at him, but you boys can’t take your eye off of the bigger picture here. The Battalion championships. Did you hear the Outliers tonight? According to them, they have nothing to prove to you guys, or to anyone else.” Mikey’s focus is on Noah as they begin to walk. Rumble, towering over both of them, moves along behind them - following. Noah turns to Mikey, eyes narrowed. “Then we need to wake them both up. They seem to be sleeping on the Firing Squad. What we did to the Osaka Rebels at Burning Hammer wasn’t enough, it seems. We’ll just have to go out and make an example out of every other team in this company.” This causes Mikey to smirk. Mikey received word from the Union Battleground reps beforehand, about the next Lights Out! event, and what his boys will be doing. That’s when he stops, and coincidentally it’s outside of the change room. Moving his arm from around Noah’s shoulders, Mikey turns to look at both him and Rumble - who’s also stopped and has, by now, uncrossed his arms from his chest.
“Funny you should say that. At Lights Out!, you two are facing a new team entirely. What better way to make a statement than by shutting down an upstart team before they could make their first move?” Noah looked back to Rumble and nodded his head. Rumble gave a menacing smirk to Noah and Mikey.
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January 16th, 2018 New Zealand.
STATIC ... fading into Noah Reigner sitting in front of a camera team, his eyes glued to the television screen recapping the Outliers interview at Relapse. He doesn’t watch in anger, or disgust. He’s relaxed, leaning back - his arm draped over the back of the chair and smirk plastered on his face.
But when one promo ends, another begins. Noah’s head turned just slightly to the camera..
“The champions want to brush us under the rug. One and done, they want to move on and - seemingly - never take bookings in Union again. Showing up VIA interview and claiming that they have nothing to prove in regards to myself and Rumble. Typical. The guys with the toughest, baddest sounding names on the roster are in fact a couple of cowards. Sawtooth Grin And HeWhoCorrupts are scared of competition - are scared of a challenge. And more importantly, they’re scared of the Firing Squad. They want to move on and go about their reign as champions and such, putting us in their rear view. Don’t they understand that there is no one else. Who else is going to challenge? The Salvation? We beat ‘em. Netflix and Kill? Doubtful. This division was built on The Firing Squad and the Outliers; and unlike our current champs - Rumble and I will continue to prove that week in, and week out. Just like we did at Burning Hammer and just like we will at the next Lights Out.”
“Unlike the champions, Rumble and I are lacing up our boots and welcoming a new team into the division. This must be their first match because I tried to do some research and got nothin’ of use - just a few articles on the web about one of them marrying royalty once upon a time ago. News flash, ladies. Your far away from castles, beaches, and paparazzi cameras now. This is probably your first match in what is most likely your first company, so I’ll fill you in on something. You drew the short end of the stick when it comes to first opponents. I mean, you could have had literally anyone else and maybe - maybe - stood somewhat of a chance. But not against Rumble and I.” “Rumble is over a foot taller than you guys and weighs more than double. Realistically, what chance do you have against him? What offense could you possibly possess that could have any effect on him? A low-blow, rake to the eyes kind of thing? You’ll have a better chance at actually wrestling against me than you do with Rumble, but experience has to play a role in this somehow. I may not be as long in the tooth in this business as Rumble, but I have years over you girls. And no matter where you were trained, that doesn’t make up for it. I have no doubts that the two of you are good friends. Already coming into the business as a unit is a dead give away. But that doesn’t level things between us. Rumble and I have been at this as a team for a year. Last season, we were doubted and portrayed as just a couple of rookies when we entered the tag tournament - and we made it all of the way to the finals. Friendship is one thing, but experience working together trumps it all.”
“But let’s say the experience factor doesn’t come into play and you somehow, someway manage to put Rumble down. You still have to deal with me. Now I don’t know if you watched Relapse or not, but if you did, you would have seen that I took the fight, and dealt a lot of damage to guys bigger than myself. In fact I sent out of them out for emergency dental repair when I knocked his tooth out with my knee. I can already tell you that neither of you are proficient in strong style defense, so it’s going to be nothing but bad news for you when you're introduced to my elbows, kicks and knees. Losing a tooth will be the least of your worries, when you have to worry about a concussion.”
“Anyway you chalk it up, Oceane and Sabina, you’re not able to compete with us. Trying is useless and will more than likely result in you being injured, or worse.”
Noah sat forward, dropping his arms to his legs - elbows on his knees. With a smirk on his lips, he left us with this last thought.
“I said it at Relapse. I’m not going away. My eyes are set on the Battalion championships, and sooner or later I will have them around my waist. If Rumble and I have to start at the bottom of the division and work our way up, so be it. We’ve been the only consistent team in this company that’s we’re the damn franchise. We’re the faces of the Battalion division, no matter who’s shoulders the titles rest on.”
“And in order to maintain that status, we will do whatever it takes to whomever stands in our way, in order to get those titles. Line ‘em up and I guarantee you that we will shoot. Them. Down!”
Noah lifted an arm, his hand in the shape of a gun. Taking aim at the camera, he narrowed his eye and then BAM! His hand drew back after the kick..
Post by Sabina Sainte on Jan 22, 2018 21:22:14 GMT -5
THE ST. GERMAINE ESTATE - MILAN, ITALY - January 10th, 2017
Introducing Danielle Bregoli as Filamina St. Germaine
Sabina had come home after she’d learned of her new job opportunity at Union Battleground. It was under the guise of picking up a few things for the road. But in reality, she needed to ensure that her family was on board with her career choice and more than that, she wanted to see her little sister before she was too busy touring and kicking ass. Now that she had dealt with her mother, the Chaos' protege headed into the den where she knew her little sister would be. Fila was sitting on the couch with snacks scattered across the coffee table in front of her. She was catching up on the most recent episode of Riverdale and had her hand shoved into a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos that sat next to her on the couch.
“You are such a basic bitch.” Fila looked up from the television as she saw her sister standing in the doorway. Sabina was wearing a pair of black, liquid latex leggings and a flowy, white chiffon top that cut right below her perfect behind. Her long dark hair with purple ends was loosely curled to perfection and a pair of black Louboutin’s completed the ensemble. A smile spread across the younger St. Germaine’s face as she leapt to her feet.
“Sabbs!!” She literally screamed as she jumped into her sister’s arms. Sabby wrapped her arms around Fila and spun them around in a circle.
“Do not get Cheeto dust on my chiffon.” She said as she put her sister down. The tween held her hands up, palms out so her sister could clearly see her orange fingertips. Sabby couldn’t help but giggle. “Now, let’s see it.”
A devious smirk crossed FIla’s face as she propped her leg up onto the coffee table in front of her and Sabby let out a howl. Wrapped around her little sister’s ankle was a black ankle monitor. Because her little sister was under house arrest.
“ I would have paid to see mom’s face when she got the call.”
“Ugh that bitch blew a gasket!” The redhead laughed as she flopped back down onto the couch. Her older sister followed suit, sitting next to her.
“Soooo.. I saw you got a job and have to face those Cali rejects. Gonna be a total breeze! I think I’m going to have a viewing party!”
“Wait - you know who I’m facing?” Sabby twisted her face into a look of confusion. Her sister wasn’t exactly a wrestling fan.
“OMG. Me and my friends used to play shot for shot while watching that So-Cal place. Take a shot every time someone got bloodied. I got fuckkkkkeeeeed up!” Fila thought it was a proud moment and smiled while her protective big sister scowled. “Anyways! Noah and Rumble were there as the boss’s goons, but they lost like every match! And at one point the boss and his daughter turned on Noah and that fatty just like stood by and watched. If he was my bestie, I would drop him so fucking quick! Like no loyalty.”
“Eww. Me and OC would literally die for each other. Clearly they don’t have the same loyalty as we do and honestly in tag team wrestling it’s sooo important. If you don’t have trust, you’ve got fuck all.” Fila smiled. It was weird for her to see her sister so passionate about something other than pissing off their mother.
“Noah is clearly the weak link anyways. I mean - Rumble is ginormous so I’m not stupid enough to think that we are going to pin him. OC and I will take him out of the equation and then we will work on Noah. He is the one who was turned on in their last gig because he kept losing. He is the one who took the pin and lost them the Tag Team Championships last season, to two losers who don’t even have real names and can’t bother to show up and represent. Talk about embarrassing. AND I heard that his girlfriend is out being a hoe. The same one he went to jail for. All of that shit, topped off with losing his first singles match in Union last show. He will be distracted and will be the perfect person for Sass and Class to destroy. I've never been so fucking determined in my life. This is what me and OC were born for and I know that the entire roster is looking at us like we are just some rich bitches who will be easy to pick off. But I have never worked for anything in my life - and I have worked for this. And I’ve worked fucking hard. We are going to step into that ring and show everyone just how talented we are. Not only were we trained by Chris fucking Chaos, the God of Professional Wrestling. We were also mentored by his flawless AF wife, Keilli Chaos; the original Phenom, the Queen, the Greatest Female Athlete ever! We are literally overflowing with talent and in-ring knowledge. We may be smaller and lack the in-ring experience that Noah and Rumble have but we are faster and sneakier and we will not hesitate to break rules to get that very first win underneath our belts.” The sassy Sainte was riled up and stopped to take a breath. And eat a Cheeto.
“Honestly, Rumble must eat more Hot Cheetos than you’ve ever eaten in your entire life. He is fat and slow. I don’t care how strong he is, because we are fast. We’ll doge all of his attacks. He won’t be able to catch us. And just like when they faced the Outliers, we will use anything to even the odds. Chairs? Steel Steps? I have no shame.”
Fila hesitated for a moment before she brought up her biggest fear about Rumble. “Ok but like he did murder a human inside the ring.” Sabby couldn’t have rolled her eyes further into her skull.
“I am so sick of hearing about the Philippines and Mexico. How long ago was that? What has he accomplished since coming over from Mexico? Literally nothing. Girls smaller than me and OC beat him in So-Cal. Every. Damn. Time. Because they were fast and skilled. He has no endurance and no training. His moves are basic AF and I’m not afraid of a big boot. The longer the match goes on, the better our odds of winning. Rumble will get winded and be useless and we’ll be left to pick the bones of Reigner. Like, yes he has some skill inside the ring but he also has no submission defense and that is where me and OC excel. Inside that ring I will capitalize on his weaknesses and make that little fucker tap out.”
The thought of it brought a smile to her purple-painted lips.
“This is our moment; the perfect opportunity for us to make a splash. We are going to come in and defeat the team that made it to the finals of the Battalion Tournament last season in our first match ever. So The Outliers better pay close attention. Maybe they could start actually showing up because those titles have our names written on them. They’re just holding onto them for now. But they will be around our perfect, rich, size-zero waists in no time. It’s about time that Union had champions that they could be proud of. We are going to do exactly what the Firing Squad couldn’t. Bang Bang, bitches.”
And at those last words, Sabby and Fila made guns with their hands and shot at each other. Fila grabbed her chest, feigning being shot by Sabby and flopped down onto the couch in a dramatic death. A moment passed and both girls erupted into a fit of laughter.
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MILAN–MALPENSA AIRPORT - January 15th, 2017
It was early in the morning and Sabina sat alone at the airport bar, a mimosa in front of her. Her head was resting in her hand as her phone began to vibrate. Glancing down, she saw the gorgeous face of her ugly-hot boyfriend, Luca Cilic, show up on the screen. He was calling again. The phone continued to buzz as she stared at it, letting it go to voicemail. Luca was currently trying to fulfill his dream, wrestling in Mexico. His girlfriend was super pissed about it and she’d been screening his calls since he decided to abandon her. The Greek Goddess downed her entire mimosa and signaled for the bartender to bring another.
Picking up her phone, she scrolled through her contacts until she found Jed Newman; her ex-boyfriend and heir to a tech company. She typed her message slowly and carefully and then stared at it for a few moments, taking a sip from her drink.
And then she bit down on her lower lip as she hit send.
It was New Year’s Eve and best-friends-forever Oceane Rousset and Sabina St. Germaine were spending it in the beautiful Dominican Republic. Surprisingly enough, it was both of their first time in the Caribbean nation, but neither seemed to thrilled at the moment.
“9…”
The guests at Breathless were currently getting ready to ring in the new year. OC and Sabby were currently parked at the bar at Foam, their backs to everyone else and the ocean.
“8…”
Sabby glanced down at her phone, a glare across her lovely, perfectly made-up face. She had a paragraph typed out to some poor sap, and was trying to decide whether or not to send it.
“7…”
Oceane just looked sad. This was her least favorite time of the year, because it highlighted the worst time in her young, superficial life.
“6…”
Sabby pursed her lips, deleted everything she had been texting, and locked her phone.
“5…”
Oceane looked down at her right hand, which housed an enormous custom-made, Harry Winston heart-shaped diamond ring. A sigh escaped her perfect lips.
“4…”
Sabby and OC looked at one another with mixed emotions. It was a tough time to be an heiress and wannabe wrestler.
“3…”
Suddenly, both of their phones went off. The name ‘Keilli Chaos’ flashed across the screen. The Original Phenom of professional wrestling was their idol and mentor, and both of their eyes lit up.
“2…”
Eagerly, they went to their phones. Oceane was the first to react. She let out a startled sound. Sabina’s lips formed an ‘O’.
“1…”
Both women jumped to their feet and threw their arms around one another.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
As fireworks exploded behind them, Oceane and Sabina began jumping up and down, shrieking.
“WE HAVE JOBS! WE HAVE JOBS!!!!"
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♕ INT. ROD LAVER ARENA - MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA - JANUARY 21ST, 2018
Oceane and Sabby’s debut with Union was coming up in a few days, but in the meantime, OC was spending her time preparing for battle in Australia. At the moment, tennis hotties Nick Kyrgios and Grigor Dimitrov were slugging it out under the lights for the chance to make the quarterfinals of the year’s first major tournament. Oceane was currently sitting just behind Dimitrov’s player box with her personal assistant, Sofia. Sofia was holding several brightly colored index cards and looked incredibly uncomfortable.
“These are your words. You want me to read this?”
“Obvi. I have a lot to say about my loser opponents for Lights Out but I’m watching this match. Such eye candy on court right now. Just read right from the cards. Charles right there,” Oceane tossed a wink to the BBC cameraman she had managed to charm into filming them for social media, “Is filming for you. And why would I directly address whatstheirfaces anyway? I was almost a princess.”
OC watched as Dimitrov sliced a beautiful, one-handed backhand winner down the line. “Ugh. His backside is just perf.”
“You mean his backhand?”
OC glanced at Sofia, confused. “What’s a backhand?”
Sofia shook her head and glanced back down at the cards. After giving Charles a panicked look, she took a deep breath.
“Bonsoir les perdants.”
Sofia sighed.
“In case you didn't know, I am Oceane Jourdain."
Sofia pointed at Oceane, who took her eyes away from the match long enough to give the iPhone camera Charles was now using a wink and a kiss.
"Along with my B-F-F, Sabina Sainte, we are the newest, most talented, most gorgeous, most amazing, iconic, sassy, classy-" Sofia stopped reading. "There are fifty more adjectives here. I am not reading all of those."
Oceane rolled chocolate brown eyes. "Why do I even pay you?"
"You don't! I'm your cousin!"
"Merde. Just read the cards."
Sofia glared at her cousin but nonetheless she continued on.
"And this upcoming week, the Union Battleground universe is finally going to be blessed with our presence. I'm so happy that so many people are going to get to see us. Sure, you can google us or creep our socials, but in person? That's priceless and a true honor for the people of Christchurch, New Zealand. It's an even bigger honor for our opponents because they will get a chance to do what few men have ever done.
Touch us.
Noah Reigner and his slob of a partner want the same things we do; the Battalion Championships around our sexy little waists. Unfortunately, only one team can hold that distinction and it's definitely going to be the Patron Saintes of Sass and Class."
Oceane leaned on Sofia's shoulders and smirked. Sofia totally brushed her off, much to OC's chagrin.
"If you think for one moment that either of us are going to be scared of the fat one, then please don’t put money on that. Even if he doesn’t have a heart attack on the way to the ring, the Patron Saintes have a secret weapon. Sabby is a notorious chubby chaser and she just loves them. Her ex-boyfriend once passed out on top of her and didn’t move for like six hours. She was literally crushed alive but hello. She’s totally fine. Also, don't bother to try and come at me with the fact Rumble is so dangerous. I don't care that he killed a man in the ring and got banned from wrestling in the Philippines. I don't always break for animals and I wear leather. I'm literally a murderer too.”
Sofia bit down on her bottom lip. She was really uncomfortable right now, but Oceane was giggling because she was hilarious.
“The Smoking Guns, or whatever, claim they are legit because they’ve been a team for like a year. But really, how legit can a team put together by a gross, Mexican drug lord be? First of all, Mexico is the worst.”
Sofia mouthed ‘her words’ and pointed to Oceane, and then briefly closed her eyes before continuing.
“And secondly, goodbye forever to that fake cartel. Can we honestly sit here and say that Noah and the fat one have a stable relationship? It has been forever tainted by all the drama that happened in a previous federation. There were fights and break-ups and make-ups, and lawyers, and blah, blah, blah. Sabby and I have been together since we were 10-years old and we have never had a fight in our lives. I know her just as well as I know Prada and Louis Vuitton, and that’s a lot. We would die for one another, and we would never turn our backs on each other because someone told us too. Whilst you two had a good rookie year in Union, a sophomore slump as they say in America is inevitable. What Rumble and Noah will do to the Patron Saintes, is exactly what was done to them last year. They will underestimate us, brush us off as nothing, and overlook the fact we actually have talent.
Speed and agility conquer power and a big stupid mouth every single time. Rumble can try and crush us, but he can’t catch us. He is slow and gross, and will be out of breath before he could ever hope to get his hands on one of our perfect bodies. Noah’s ego will cloud his vision because he is looking towards the Out…well, I forget their names but they wear the titles we want. Both of them have several losses on their records to smaller, more talented competitors. How many times did Rumble crumble under the pressure in his previous home when everything was on the line? He lost to people like teeny tiny Rowan Blackwood and Ashtyn Rave. We are bigger and stronger than both of those girls. Noah is mediocre at best, having suffered horrific losses in places such as So-Cal Ultraviolent and some cheap British promotion. What does he do when actual competition comes along? He manages to get outsmarted and allows someone else to take a victory that belonged to him. Sabby and I watched Relapse.
Perdant.
You have to be smart inside and outside of the ring, and both Sabby and I have ring intelligence in spades. We are one and know what's going on at all times. We even know who Meghan Markle is wearing for her wedding, and the name of Will and Kate's unborn baby. The point is, whatever strengths Noah and the fat one think they have is irrelevant to everything that we possess in our respective repertoires. We're the real deal and we aren't going to be taken lightly here in Union. Sabby and I gave up our luxury lives to come here and dominate."
Oceane looked back towards the camera, and stopped Sofia from saying the last line.
"And neither of us are going to let it be for nought."
Post by "Rumble" Reyes on Jan 22, 2018 23:34:17 GMT -5
NEW ZEALAND POLICE DEPARTMENT - ADDINGTON, NEW ZEALAND.
JANUARY TWENTY-SECOND, TWO THOUSAND EIGHTEEN.
"I'd like to file a missing persons report..."
The New Zealand Police Department logo flashes on screen first, the light bouncing off the plate. As the scene pans out, a bored looking officer stands behind a high counter. He's dressed in his usual dark blue pants and matching vest, coupled of course with his hat, lined with the familiar checkered pattern. The police officer isn't the important part, which is soon realized as the shot continues to widen. Towering over him, "Rumble" Reyes stands with his across his chest, staring blankly ahead.
"Okay sir, let me grab my form here...who is it that you'd like to report missing?"
"There's actually two people I'd like to report as missing, they're called The Outliers."
The police officer looked down at the piece of paper on the counter, a pen in his hand. For a moment, he reached forward, as if he was about to write. However, a second thought had him pausing. He slowly looked up at the man in front of him. He couldn't tell if Reyes was serious or not, but on the same token, would not like to insult such a big man. His eyes darted to the yellow paper again, before back to Rumble.
"And...how long would you say they've been missing for?"
"Well...I can't say for sure. Seems they haven't really been around in ages. The last time I saw them in a match was all the way back at Coup De Grace. I assumed they'd show their faces for an actual match at Burning Hammer, but they weren't around. So I thought for sure they'd show up for Relapse, but again, it was just myself and Noah. Now we head into the first Lights Out of season two...and they're still nowhere to be found."
This time, the officer put his pen down, and quietly folded his hands in front of himself. This certainly wasn't the first time he'd received a false report, though they usually didn't come from such a giant.
"Sir, I'm not sure where you're from but I can tell that you're not from this country, so let me tell you that here in New Zealand, we take missing persons reports very seriously..."
His voice remained monotone, though he quickly cut off the officer, nodding his head up and down.
"You're right. Union Battleground has gone around the world, tons of places, The Outliers could really be anywhere. Thank you for your time, Officer."
The officer looked just as confused as ever but wasn't about to to argue with the monster of a man in front of him, especially when he was about to walk out his door. Rumble turned, and slowly pushed open the nearby door. The camera followed as he walked out into the streets of New Zealand. It seems Rumble had jumped the gun, already posting hundreds of MISSING posters all over the poles lining the streets. However, the deed was done and he wasn't about to take all the signs down. Besides, The Outliers were definitely still missing.
"I know what you're thinking."
Reyes turned to the camera, placing his hands and putting them into his pockets.
"You're asking yourself why I went through all this trouble. I'm simply trying to prove a point. Last week, on Relapse, we drove home the fact that the Firing Squad has been here the entire time, still battling and still winning. Meanwhile, your so called champions, the ones who think the referee being blind had NOTHING to do with their win, are still nowhere to be found. What kind of champions don't show up to defend the belts when that win was controversial at best? They've run, they've hidden, and they're still nowhere near the Battleground."
He chuckled to himself, shrugging and sighing.
"What do The Outliers have to do with the Firing Squad going up against the Patron Saints?"
He paused for a moment, rubbing his hands together. He knew these were the kinds of questions he'd be asked.
"In short, everything. It's always going to be about The Outliers until we get our rematch that we RIGHTFULLY deserve. We shouldn't be facing these hopeful young women, we should be facing The Outliers for the belts that should be OURS in the first place. That's the first thing these girls need to understand, they're not facing guys that couldn't get the job done, they're facing the RIGHTFUL champions. We were the ones that made it all the way through the tournament, and should still be undefeated if not for Union hiring referees that can't see. WE are the tip top tier of the tag team division here in Union Battleground, WE are the be all, end all."
The typical angry and aggressive side of "Rumble" Reyes was easily coming out of him here on the streets of New Zealand. His fists began to raise into the air, before taking a few deep breaths. Calming himself down.
"Noah and I have proven time and time again that we are more than just a team, we are one cohesive unit. We fight together, and we are murder. Take a look back at our matches gals and tell me exactly what you see. Each and every team lining up, each and every team getting shot down. The Battleground BELONGS to us, and it's going to stay that way. The pair of you may have grown up doing each other's makeup your entire lives, you may have helped each other pay for Plan B pills, but you know what you haven't done? Wrestled a damn match. A lifetime of being related can never prepare you for the beating coming your way from the Firing Squad. How could you ever hope to defeat us in your very first match, not just here in Union - but anywhere. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the two of you are more blind than the referee that screwed us over at Coup de Grace."
He smirked for a moment before it quickly disappeared, he wasn't really kidding.
"Not only do you have absolutely no professional experience as a team, you have no professional experience as individuals. Noah Reigner has been taking people out all over the world for some time now, but somehow you automatically think you have his number. Somehow you'd be able to pick him off. You can't outwrestle either of us, because you can barely wrestle. Don't think you can outwrestle me, outrun me, when you've never outwrestled or outrun anyone in your entire life. It only takes me grabbing hold of you one time for it to all be over. My size and my power against your twig bodies? I'd hate to be that guy that has to scrape you two off the canvas once I flatten you. The cleaners are going to be wanting some kind of raise after Lights Out."
He paused for a moment, taking his sunglasses off and letting the camera focus in on the intensity of his eyes.
"They'll wonder why I had to do it...why I had to kill Felix Hartley..."
He looked away for a second, before covering his mouth with one of his hands. He had misspoken.
"I apologize, I get some confused. These pretty girls walking around everywhere, believing themselves models, as well as wrestlers. They all sound the same these days too. Patron Saints of Class and Sass? Could have simply dubbed yourself Clown One, and Clown Two, really, and it would have had the same effect. I suppose it doesn't matter what you call yourself, because your little duo are getting sniped either way. Just like the Osaka Rebels. Just like each and every team that's going to be put in front of us on the way to The Outliers. I'm sure we would have had a solid match, but Noah and I are out for blood now. Each team is going to pay worse than the one before, each team will find their face further to the floor. You see, we're fighting against these frustrations, and instead of taking them out on the people that deserve them, we're forced to take them out on people like these two poor girls. These two poor girls that have no idea what we're capable of, nor what they've gotten themselves into. You're all going to be taken out until The Outliers show their damn faces and give us what we DESERVE. We've said it since day one, and we'll continue saying it...
You line 'em up, we shoot 'em down."
Rumble makes a rifle with his arms, firing into the camera, which immediately turns black as if he actually had fired.
Static.
Last Edit: Jan 22, 2018 23:36:03 GMT -5 by "Rumble" Reyes
